Empires, Cannibals, and Magic Fish Bones
Join us as we celebrate food, the dinner table, and quite likely empires, cannibals and magic fish bones!
Mental gymnastics first thing in the morning keeps the doctor away . . . well, at least those obsessive familial loops. What do I mean by “obsessive familial loops?” Oh, you know. Waking out of deep slumber and a dream where I couldn’t remember someone’s name standing right next to me as we watched a … Continue reading How To Wake Up With Gödel, Escher and Bach
Winter is here. Frozen, snow-covered branches and needles fill windows round the house. Winter as my eyes, memory and all those ice-covered roads masquerading as neural networks fashion winter. Cold on the outside? Well, then drink a glass of glögg, mulled wine heavy on the allspice, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and on and on. After a … Continue reading Vinter Och Glögg Or Post-Impressionistic Impressions of Ice-Jacketed Branches And Sideboards Or What Happens in Sweden On Christmas Eve.
